I think we’re being accosted by a fairy.– Kyle Carson to Philip du Toit after I ran up to them from behind and gave them a rather violent version of a hug.
Excerpt #1 - Intimacy
I wanna kiss I wanna touch I wanna mind-fuck I wanna be mind-fucked I wanna be connected to a beautiful brotha who is not afraid of connecting with a brotha that craves a lova that will be a lova to anotha brotha. He that is ready to be free… free to express, free to desire, free to be supported free to receive passionate intimate moments. I want him now. I have nourished myself...
Potential Baby Daddy #59 - Nelly
He seems to be unable to rap in anything other than that annoying shout. Gripes aside, y’all know I love me some thug. Gorge, but I prefer the following picture: Happy Birthday, baby.
Special request #2
My name is KABELO, not KABELA, KAPELA or KAPELO or whichever bastardisation thereof you choose to use on any given day. Don’t tell me you can’t say my name properly because of your Coloured accent, because that’s just a steaming hot pile of bullshit. I know many people whose accents are thicker than yours, but they have no difficulty with my name whatsoever. Seriously, how hard...
You're unique. Just like 6.95 billion other...
Okay, so I was just thinking… doesn’t the fact that we’re all unique defeat the purpose of the word? By definition, ‘unique’ is used to describe something that is distinctive and without equal. Since we all share this characteristic, doesn’t that make us all the same because we’re ALL distinctive and without equal?